I don't think there is anything wrong with homosexuality.
I do think that all types of sex - hetero, homo and whatever other permutations - are silly, icky wastes of time that will hopefully soon be unnecessary.
But I do not think that sexual practice and orientation are the same thing, which is why one chuckles at the arguments against homosexuality which revolve around revulsion for the act.
It is perfectly logically possible to be homosexual, bisexual or heterosexual, but never engage in any physical fulfilment of that orientation.
One also finds it slightly amusing when the old chestnut that sexuality is a choice comes up. Not necessarily in this chapter of the Neverending Story, but in many places.
If it was a choice, why would homosexuals choose to be the way they are, and face prejudice, attacks, abuse, violence, bigotry, etc, etc? And that is just in the enlightened West.
Why would a person choose to be a homosexual in an Arab nation, or in any number of countries now and in history that have persecuted those of such an orientation.
This is another part of why one thinks there is a massive difference between the act, and the inclination.
By this token, and this will probably get hugely flamed, I see a major difference between paedophilia and child abuse,( if we go by the terminology that the former is the disorder/inclination/desire, and the latter is acting upon it) to the extent that the latter requires shooting, and the former pity and treatment.
I stay out of the whole mess myself, but if others want to do whatever they wish, then do what thou wilt. I do wish that people would stop flaunting their heterosexuality in my face and presence, though. I find that a far more prevalent problem than displays of homosexuality.
This is not to say that I am unreasonably against all displays of public affection. On the contrary, if it fulfills certain basic guidelines and is in an appropriate situation - i.e. They've been married for 25 years (preferrably to one another), have permission from both Popes, and it is a St Junipers Day that happens to fall upon a full moon, I may find it in me to allow a single peck on the hand.
I do think that all types of sex - hetero, homo and whatever other permutations - are silly, icky wastes of time that will hopefully soon be unnecessary.
But I do not think that sexual practice and orientation are the same thing, which is why one chuckles at the arguments against homosexuality which revolve around revulsion for the act.
It is perfectly logically possible to be homosexual, bisexual or heterosexual, but never engage in any physical fulfilment of that orientation.
One also finds it slightly amusing when the old chestnut that sexuality is a choice comes up. Not necessarily in this chapter of the Neverending Story, but in many places.
If it was a choice, why would homosexuals choose to be the way they are, and face prejudice, attacks, abuse, violence, bigotry, etc, etc? And that is just in the enlightened West.
Why would a person choose to be a homosexual in an Arab nation, or in any number of countries now and in history that have persecuted those of such an orientation.
This is another part of why one thinks there is a massive difference between the act, and the inclination.
By this token, and this will probably get hugely flamed, I see a major difference between paedophilia and child abuse,( if we go by the terminology that the former is the disorder/inclination/desire, and the latter is acting upon it) to the extent that the latter requires shooting, and the former pity and treatment.
I stay out of the whole mess myself, but if others want to do whatever they wish, then do what thou wilt. I do wish that people would stop flaunting their heterosexuality in my face and presence, though. I find that a far more prevalent problem than displays of homosexuality.
This is not to say that I am unreasonably against all displays of public affection. On the contrary, if it fulfills certain basic guidelines and is in an appropriate situation - i.e. They've been married for 25 years (preferrably to one another), have permission from both Popes, and it is a St Junipers Day that happens to fall upon a full moon, I may find it in me to allow a single peck on the hand.
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